Banana Republic shirt; Maurices shorts; DKNY tights; Payless flats; Necklace from street vendor in Santa Fe.
So it turns out, when you live in a small town you get some strange looks when you wear colored tights. I wanted to tell them, "Hello people, red tights* are perfectly okay in bloggy land and other places outside of southern New Mexico. Don't worry about it. Also, my legs are not sunburnt. And you are not funny."
Okay maybe a little funny, but not original for sure.
*They're actually the same ones that I wore here, but then I layered them over black ones so they ended up a more maroon-y shade.
Oh well. I also finally got myself a stripe-y shirt, even though it's been like a month since Breton Stripes day. I also don't own any polka dots, and the polls are showing those will be next. Looks like I have an excuse to go shopping.
